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Tommy knew someone was watching him, nearly everyday for the past three months.
He’d walk home and feel eyes on the back of his head, he’d feel something was off as he walked through the door, he felt as if someone was standing behind him as he did his college work.
Truthfully, Tommy liked it. He liked to imagine it was a handsome man who’d taken an interest in him and not the reality of some old geezer.
Either way Tommy couldn’t lie that he liked the attention, the knowledge that someone like him. Maybe Tommy wasn’t exactly the smartest but he couldn’t help making every move he made a small little show.
He sat at his desk, for the most part, he’d forgotten the eyes that watched from outside his window. Working on a paper that was due the next day.
It was near two in the morning, Tommy was tired but knew he wouldn’t be able to get much sleep, if he could even manage to fall asleep.
Tommy leaned back in his chair, stretching with a quiet huff, followed by a yawn.
He stood, packing his supplies back into his bag, leaving his unfinished work on his desk, hoping to get it done when he got back.
He yawned once more, grabbing his phone and sad excuse of a wallet, before leaving, heading towards the corner store just across the street.
The cold bit at his flesh, Tommy wished he brought a jacket, even if he was just crossing the street.
He could see a person standing towards the side of his house, dark clothing hiding him almost fully in the shadows.
Almost.
Tommy paid them no mind, feeling his cheeks heat up. He knew they were watching as he walked, he nearly tripped over his feet.
The warmth of the inside melted him as he entered the store, nodding a hello to the old lady who stood behind the counter. She was deaf but always tried her best and Tommy adored her.
He walked over to the snack aisle, deciding whether or not to get a bag of chips or a candy bar, he couldn’t afford both.
The door to the store opened with a ding, Tommy didn’t think much about it, keeping his eyes trained in front of him.
Until he saw something fall to the floor, the door dinging as a person left.
There was a twenty dollar bill on the floor, Tommy figured the person had dropped it.
Tommy wasn’t going to pass up on the absolute godsend of free money, picking it up and glancing it over, confirming it was in fact, a real twenty.
Tommy couldn't see anyone outside, already having rushed down the street, a thought of the person being his stalker crossed his mind.
He smiled.
Making his way back to his room, Tommy set his bag of snacks on the counter. Sorting through it and stuffing it in his cupboard. One of the bags fell to the ground with a rather loud sound, the plastic bag crinkling.
Tommy had bent down to pick it up, but heard a thud coming from his room, followed by footsteps then silence.
Tommy froze, putting the bag back into the cupboard.
Was the person who had been following Tommy in his room? Was he still in his room?
Tommy wanted them to stay, not to scare them off. He came up with a plan.
He walked back to his room at his usual pace, trying to make it seem as if he heard absolutely no weird noises whatsoever.
He walked over to his desk, setting his phone down and glancing back to his unfinished homework, however it seemed to be suddenly completed, and done correctly at that.
Tommy smiled at the page, packing it into his bag and taking a sip out of the drink that had already been sitting on his desk.
He turned off the larger lights in the room, leaving a desk light on at the lowest setting, before crawling into his bed and waiting.
There was a long moment, where nothing happened, Tommy barely moved except to make himself comfortable, keeping his eyes closed and faking sleep.
It was about an hour before Tommy had heard the noise of his closet slowly opening, the softest of foot steps.
Tommy figured the person was going to try to leave without alerting him, maybe through the window.
That was until the footsteps stopped just in front of his bed, the feeling of eyes surrounded Tommy as a whole.
Tommy decided to snuggle further into his pillow, covering the bottom half of his face just enough that when he squinted his eyes, the person wouldn't be able to see.
At his movement Tommy heard a small gasp, followed by them clearing their throat, by that alone Tommy could tell it was a man, on the younger side.
Creaking his eyes open, just a smidge confirmed it, a brunette stood at the foot of his bed. A phone that Tommy could only assume was recording him, in one hand.
He wore wire framed glasses and the same hoodie Tommy had seen him in earlier.
Tommy didn't want to look for too long, worried the man would notice him awake and flee, so Tommy rolled over, delighting at the small gasp it pulled from the man, before he truly did fall asleep.
Tommy woke up the next morning to his alarm blaring loudly next to his head, he turned it off with a scowl. He can smell something coming from the kitchen. there's footsteps, they sound like they're leaving.
Tommy waits a few minutes, slowly putting on a new shirt and some fluffy socks before sneaking to his kitchen. Opening the door to his bedroom lets in a divine aroma, Tommy can almost feel his stomach yearn for it.
There's a plate on his counter, a freshly cleaned kitchen. It's completely devoid of people other than for Tommy. He inspects it for a moment before digging it. It's delicious, the best scrambled eggs and bacon he's ever had.
Tommy practically devours the entire plate before realizing the time, quickly rushing to get ready and leaving, but not before taking a small piece of paper and writing a thank you note. He drew a small heart in the corner.
Tommy knew the man had seen it because when Tommy got back that night, not only was the note gone, but a gift was in its place. Tommy couldn't help but grow flustered as he opened the precisely wrapped box.
There was a small gold bracelet inside, a thin gold chain with an emerald charm. Even weeks later, Tommy didn't take it off.
Every now and then, while Tommy tried to sleep, he'd hear the man slowly open his window, and crawl into his room. He always stood at the foot of Tommy’s bed, just watching. Admiring the blonde and everything he stood for.
Tommy found a strange enjoyment in the new found company, just breathing and relaxing in a room together, knowing your every move was being watched and adored. He started to like it so much, he couldn't wait for night to come, or to find the little gifts around his apartment.
The little signs his beloved had been there, it's strange how two people could love each other so much and yet have never spoken a word, barely even seen, barely even heard.
Tommy sometimes wondered if it was all real, that maybe the stress from school was truly driving him mad, but at the end of the day, when he felt the love radiating from the figure at the foot of his bed, he found he didn't care.
Tonight must have been different, Tommy had found a comfortable spot in his bed, already nearly asleep. He'd just gotten back from a 2 hour lecture and it was quite late.
The window had slid open much quicker then it usually did, the man was slightly clumsier, Tommy could hear him fall as he tried to crawl inside, standing and nearly bumping into a table. Tommy had to force himself to not giggle when he cursed under his breath.
He walked over to the foot of Tommy’s bed as per usual, but he didn't stay watching for long. Tommy nearly felt a wave of disappointment as he heard footsteps, thinking the man was leaving. Tommy wasn't sure he could sleep well anymore without knowing he was watching.
He didn't know how to react as he heard the footsteps grow closer, nor when he felt a hand touch his face. Gently moving a few strands of hair behind his ear.
Tommy was growing increasingly flustered, unable to hide his faking of sleep anymore. The man audibly startled when Tommy grabbed his arm, yanking him down and onto the bed.
He froze, letting Tommy pull him closer, cuddling him into Tommy’s chest. Tommy could feel his panicked breathing slow, His body relaxing against Tommy's.
Tommy ran a gentle hand through the baby curls at the bottom of the man's nape, he could feel him wrap his arms around Tommy’s waist, pulling Tommy even closer, just breathing him in.
The man mumbled something, a failed attempt to speak. Tommy pressed a kiss to the top of his head, feeling the man practically melting into him, a large smile pressed to his collarbone
“I’m…Wilbur,” he finally said, running a gentle hand down Tommy's side.
Tommy smiled, letting their legs cross together. He didn't need to tell Wilbur his name, he pressed his face into the fluff on his head, his hair smelled of strawberry shortcake.
Both fell asleep with large smiles.